[ Even if every beat of the moment is as she remembers it, just with Tifa in the center, it's still exhilarating. It's fresh, and new, and it's more than it's ever been in the back of her mind. Recreated with someone she cares about by her side; it's more than she could hope for, and when the whole ordeal ends with a massive spray of color and glitter and celebration, it feels even bigger. She doubts this is what Cloud was feeling at the time, but when Tifa smiles at her, she knows the difference between him and the pair of them is he's a total stick in the mud. Giggling, she waves out to everyone in the audience, basking in the afterglow of a job well done with Tifa when.
Well, the show does on. Tifa's doted on, immediately, while Aerith is shuffled away to give room. Not impolitely, and with a bit of flar; she, too, gets swallowed up in the shadow of a giant feather fan. A lot of commotion commences, then wrapped around Tifa as she's dolled up with the Honeybee Inn flair.
So when the reveal happens, a part of Aerith's brain is on pinpricks as she tries to remember...
But not for long. You see, when she's flashed that smile, shown that gaze, she can't help it. She goes to Tifa's side, and once more, it's like the sea parting for her to do so. She takes the other woman's hand in hers, and smiles, nodding. ]
Don't worry. I'm here with you.
[ Turning back to the crowd, she waves, and then... they're gone. From the stage, at least; people are cheering and clapping still, and the room is going back to a shade of pink-purple, cool and relaxing. ]
Well... You recognize it, don't you? The dress. [ Holding onto Tifa still, Aerith explains with a light tone as they walk through the room, both dressed to the nines. A few clients turn, and stare, watching with interest. It's not every day you see someone get the Andrea Original Treatment, you see, or perhaps it's just the level of interest Aerith imagines that dress and experience should be getting. It's not much quieter, but it's away from the stage, at least. ] If you don't, I'll tell you the truth, Tifa... I'd be very surprised.
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Well, the show does on. Tifa's doted on, immediately, while Aerith is shuffled away to give room. Not impolitely, and with a bit of flar; she, too, gets swallowed up in the shadow of a giant feather fan. A lot of commotion commences, then wrapped around Tifa as she's dolled up with the Honeybee Inn flair.
So when the reveal happens, a part of Aerith's brain is on pinpricks as she tries to remember...
But not for long. You see, when she's flashed that smile, shown that gaze, she can't help it. She goes to Tifa's side, and once more, it's like the sea parting for her to do so. She takes the other woman's hand in hers, and smiles, nodding. ]
Don't worry. I'm here with you.
[ Turning back to the crowd, she waves, and then... they're gone. From the stage, at least; people are cheering and clapping still, and the room is going back to a shade of pink-purple, cool and relaxing. ]
Well... You recognize it, don't you? The dress. [ Holding onto Tifa still, Aerith explains with a light tone as they walk through the room, both dressed to the nines. A few clients turn, and stare, watching with interest. It's not every day you see someone get the Andrea Original Treatment, you see, or perhaps it's just the level of interest Aerith imagines that dress and experience should be getting. It's not much quieter, but it's away from the stage, at least. ] If you don't, I'll tell you the truth, Tifa... I'd be very surprised.